The Cure for Anything

Watching the movie The Hours is a great way to cheer yourself up after a hard week, said no one ever. However, it is a truly beautiful but gut-wrenching film. I’d expect nothing less when it comes to Virginia Woolf.

Me too, Virginia. Me too.

“She was like a fire, a burning bush, and the candle flames about her head were silver leaves; or again, the glass was green water, and she a mermaid, slung with pearls, a siren in a cave, singing so that oarsmen leant from their boats and fell down, down to embrace her; so dark, so bright, so hard, so soft, was she, so astonishingly seductive that it was a thousand pities that there was no one there to put it in plain English, and say outright “Damn it, Madam, you are loveliness incarnate,” which was the truth.”

— Virginia Woolf, Orlando